Having your own hashtag. TSM.

Pretending you’re on an episode of “Say Yes to the Dress” when you go formal dress shopping. TSM.

Your only excuse being “We were at the beach” when your mom asks why you drunkenly called her mid-day. TSM.

“YASSS” being an autocorrect suggestion in your phone. TSM.

When your 60-year-old alumnae tell you not to worry, because they were alcoholics too. TSM.

I didn’t pay for my friends. I paid for my Instagram likes. TSM.